the fractal. a never ending pattern of repeating lines, structures, forms. always moving, growing, building, reaching outward, out and away, circling back again, always finding itself exactly where it is. a simple process, distilled to the essential, repeated and repeated, an epic journey forever just beginning.

i walk in a similar fashion. around the labyrinth, turning again this way, again that way, following the pattern, repeating the lines, forming the structures, again, again, again.

i see the trick. “knock, knock.” “who’s there?” “banana.” “banana who?” “knock. knock.” i fall for it every time; i look for the spot on my shirt, i open the box.

i suppose i expect that mastering those very simple, essential, tiny processes, those life hacks, those tricks of the trade (traded always for something exceedingly valuable), will lead me to some magical place, or rather state. there’s no ‘where’ to go anyway.

i suppose i’ve bought into the notion that supplements are a necessary part of a healthy diet. that i am not enough for myself. that i need the special magical wisdom of the brahmin if i wish to be free and happy.

breathing in, i wonder if they might be right.

breathing out, i step ever-so-gently along this winding path, remembering that i have forgotten to take my vitamins. again.